Hong Kong variety show: The mastermind behind the scenes is emerging.

A week later.

Tsing Yi, Taikoo Abandoned Shipyard

Thick, dark clouds hung in the sky, and the salty sea breeze howled through the rusty gantry crane.

Inside the enormous shipyard warehouse, the atmosphere was so heavy it seemed to drip water.

"This is what you wanted." The man in the black trench coat, wearing his signature leather gloves, stood with a dozen fully armed Italian gunmen behind him. At his feet lay an open silver briefcase, overflowing with glittering diamonds, enough to blind anyone.

Opposite him, Niu Niu, the head of the fraud ring, along with Jin Gang and Baldy disguised as his henchmen, were staring greedily at the diamonds.

"Hehe, Mr. Black Gloves really keeps his word!" Niu Niu rubbed his hands together, gesturing for his subordinates to hand over the box filled with "US dollars." "Here's six million US dollars. You can count it."

Of course, it was full of counterfeit money.

Black Gloves didn't even glance at the box of money; his hawk-like eyes merely swept coldly over Niu Niu before fixing on King Kong and Baldy behind him.

"I'm not interested in money."

The black-gloved man's voice was cold and harsh, with a heavy Sicilian accent: "I only want one thing—your lives."

"What?!" Niu Niu was stunned.

"Bang!"

Without a word, the man in black gloves raised his hand and fired a shot.

The bullet pierced Niu Niu's forehead with pinpoint accuracy. This seasoned conman, who had roamed the underworld for years, didn't even utter a sound before falling straight backward, his eyes wide open in death. He never imagined, even in his dying moments, that his opponent hadn't come to do business, but to kill him.

"Ah!! Murder!!" Yu-Yu screamed.

"Run! Run!!" King Kong reacted the fastest, grabbing Youyou and Baldy who were still in a daze, and turned to run into the depths of the warehouse.

He now understands that the mysterious organization that was hunting him down was the Mafia!

"Trying to run away?"

The man in black gloves sneered and pressed a button on one of the remote controls in his hand.

"Boom!"

Several massive iron gates surrounding the warehouse slammed shut instantly, sealing off all exits.

The three were trapped in a closed space of several hundred square meters.

"We're doomed! We're trapped!" The bald man clutched his head, stamping his feet in frustration. "I told you this was a trap! You insisted on coming! Now look what happened, we've even saved money for our funerals!"

"Stop arguing!" King Kong shielded Youyou behind him, looking around warily. "Black Gloves didn't lock us up here to let us starve."

"Clever!" Black Gloves' voice came from the loudspeaker above the warehouse. "As a tribute to my brother White Gloves, I've prepared another 'heavyweight' friend for you."

"Click click click—"

With a heavy mechanical hum, a wall at the far end of the warehouse slowly cracked open.

In the darkness, two scarlet electronic eyes suddenly lit up.

Immediately afterwards, a massive steel behemoth, even heavier than the previous "Black Tyrant No. 1" and resembling a mobile fortress, slowly slid out.

Black Tyrant II!

Although it is still clumsy when walking and has even lost its flight function, it is now covered with a three-centimeter-thick composite armor. Its left arm is equipped with a miniature rocket launcher, and its right arm is equipped with a six-barreled Gatling gun.

"My God! Not again?!" The bald man was so shocked his wig almost fell off. "How come this one is even bigger than the last one?! This doesn't make sense!"

"Sizzle—"

Without a word, the Black King II began to preheat and spin in its right arm Gatling gun.

"Get out of the way!!"

King Kong roared, and the three of them pounced on the cover on either side like startled rabbits.

"Da da da da da!!!"

Dense flames instantly engulfed the entire warehouse. The once sturdy wooden crates and iron barrels were pulverized like paper in the face of the metal storm.

"King Kong! What do we do?! I don't want to turn into a honeycomb briquette!" The bald man hid behind a huge coil of steel, so compressed that he couldn't even lift his head.

"Don't panic! I'm prepared!" King Kong hid behind a pillar on the other side and pulled out an ordinary-looking silver briefcase from his private parts.

"What's this? Your urn?" the bald man shouted.

"Pah! This is my secret weapon—the versatile magic box!"

King Kong smiled confidently and threw the briefcase forcefully towards the center of the field.

"Transform!!"

King Kong pressed the remote control in his hand.

"Snap! Snap! Sizzle!"

Suddenly, the seemingly ordinary suitcase opened automatically, and two arms extended from its body, forming a small, comically shaped robot about half a person's height.

Although it was as simple as a toy compared to the Black Tyrant II, its electronic eyes gleamed with an eerie blue light.

"Damn! Will this little gadget even work?" the bald man asked skeptically.

"Good things come in small packages! Watch me!"

King Kong frantically manipulated the remote control.

"Transformation Box! Attack!"

Compared to the Black Tyrant's "absolute defense," the Multi-Purpose Box opted for agility. Powered by its wheels, the little robot skillfully weaved through the hail of bullets, narrowly avoiding all of the Black Tyrant II's fire, and finally reaching the giant's feet.

"Bang!"

A small fist slammed hard into Black Tyrant No. 2's left leg.

"when!"

With a crisp crack, the Black Tyrant II was completely unharmed, not even a scratch on the paint.

"..."

The entire room fell silent for a second.

"Hahaha! That's it?!" came the mocking laughter from the loudspeaker. "Crush it!"

Under control, Black Tyrant II raised its massive metal foot, ready to stomp down.

"Wait! It's not over yet!"

King Kong pressed another red button: "High-voltage shock mode!"

"Sizzle—!!"

Suddenly, two probes extended from the small robot's mechanical arm and pierced the gaps in the armor of the Black Tyrant II, causing a burst of blue high-voltage current.

"Warning! Chassis damaged! Warning!"

Black Tyrant II's movements suddenly froze.

"Now's the time! Baldy! Throw a grenade!" King Kong shouted.

"They're here!"

The bald man pulled two grenades from the Mafia corpses out of his crotch and threw them precisely at Black King No. 2's head.

"Boom! Boom!"

Amidst the smoke and dust of the explosion, the Black Tyrant II swayed a few times, but despite its charred exterior, it remained standing.

"Damn it! This thing's armor is too thick!" King Kong gritted his teeth.

After a period of restarting, Black Tyrant II regained its mobility and raised the rocket launcher on its left arm.

The versatile box narrowly avoided danger, then suddenly its chassis rose, a window opened on its chest, and a...spring-loaded boxing glove popped out!

"Bang!"

The punch landed squarely on the electronic eye of Black Tyrant II.

Although it is not very harmful, it is extremely insulting.

Black Gloves was completely enraged by the insects' attack. He didn't care about aiming and unleashed all his weapons, determined to raze the place to the ground.

"King Kong! Your little toy doesn't seem to be able to beat that big guy!" The bald man shouted anxiously, looking at the Multi-Talent Box whose arm had been blown off.

"There's no other way! We have to die together!"

A resolute glint flashed in King Kong's eyes as he abruptly pushed the red lever on the remote control.

"Self-destruct mode activated!"

The already tattered and broken Multi-Purpose Box suddenly accelerated, hurtling towards Black Tyrant II's groin like a cannonball.

"Beep beep beep—"

"BOOM!!!"

A deafening roar.

The high-energy battery inside the Multi-Function Box instantly detonated, and the massive shockwave overturned Black Tyrant II. Although the second unit had thick armor, it couldn't withstand an explosion of this magnitude.

Amidst sparks and black smoke, both robots were simultaneously destroyed, turning into a pile of smoking scrap metal.

"Cough cough cough..."

The smoke and dust cleared.

The bald man, covered in dust and dirt, crawled out of the rubble and touched his head: "I...I'm still alive?"

"Hurry! Before Black Gloves can react!"

King Kong pulled up Baldy and Youyou, kicked open the back door that had been blown open, and the three of them fled the warehouse in a sorry state.

The three had only been gone for less than a minute.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—"

Several dark figures darted out of the shipyard's shadows like ghosts.

They were dressed in uniform gray combat suits and wore gas masks, moving swiftly and silently.

It was Lu Chen's "Winery" cleaner team.

"Target confirmed, Black Tyrant II wreckage, Multi-Purpose Box wreckage," the team leader glanced at the two piles of scrap metal on the ground, a hint of excitement flashing in his eyes, "The BOSS said, not even a single screw can be missing."

"Let's do it!"

Several team members quickly sprang into action. They used hydraulic shears to cut the robot's connection cables, and then skillfully disassembled, packed, and boxed it.

"Hurry! The Mafia is almost here!"

"Report! Recovery complete!"

"withdraw!"

They come like the wind and go like a shadow.

When Black Gloves stormed into the warehouse with a large group of men in a fit of rage, they found nothing but spent shell casings and traces of explosions.

"Where's my robot?! Where's my Black Tyrant II?!"

The black glove let out a desperate roar.

……

the other side.

After escaping the warehouse, King Kong and Baldy used their familiarity with the terrain to launch a counterattack.

At this moment, Black Gloves was furious because he had lost the robot and was less vigilant.

"Bald guy! To the left!"

"Received! Look at my precious baby!"

"Bang!"

The bald man threw out his two remaining grenades, which blasted Black Gloves' group of men to pieces, instantly rendering them incapable of fighting.

King Kong, on the other hand, displayed the agility of a master thief, his grappling hook moving like a snake emerging from its hole, instantly wrapping around Black Gloves' neck.

"Uh...uh..."

Black Glove struggled desperately, but the suffocating feeling made his vision go black.

"Bang!"

"This punch is for my sofa that got blown up!" King Kong punched the black-gloved man in the face, sending several teeth flying through the air, blood streaming down his face.

"Thump!"

"This kick is for my wife! She almost ruined my wedding!" The bald man kicked the black-gloved man hard in the groin.

"Awooo—!!"

The sound of the egg cracking made all the men present instinctively clench their legs together.

Ten minutes later.

Black Gloves and his men were all tied up and left on the dock, awaiting the arrival of the police.

The man in black gloves, his face covered in blood, still stared defiantly at King Kong: "You...can't escape...my family...will avenge me..."

"Screw you!" The bald man rushed forward and started kicking me wildly. "My wedding! My honeymoon! You ruined it all! And you dare to kill me! I'll kick you to death, you bastard!"

Ultimately, the man in black gloves was arrested by the arriving police. He will face life imprisonment.

……

dusk.

Youyou is being questioned by the police not far away. Although she is also a member of the fraud ring, with the help of King Kong and Baldy, Youyou has been classified as an accomplice. In addition, she has reformed herself and voluntarily surrendered to the police, helping them defeat the Mafia. It is estimated that she will not be sentenced to more than a few years.

Meanwhile, the bald man was circling around Ho Tung-sze, who had just arrived, explaining why he had turned into a black-faced man.

Only King Kong harbored a burning fire within him.

Although he won, he was very unhappy, extremely unhappy.

These past few days, he's been completely fooled. First, he was tricked by Niu Niu, then he was chased by the mafia, his house was bombed, his beloved motorcycle was destroyed, and even his proudest invention, the "Transformation Box," was turned into scrap metal.

This feeling of being thoroughly humiliated was an absolute disgrace to the proud and arrogant "master thief".

"Damn it, the Italian Mafia..." King Kong pulled a flattened cigarette from his pocket, lit it with trembling hands, and said, "This score isn't over!"

"Ring ring ring—"

Just then, his spare cell phone rang.

King Kong paused for a moment. Only a very few people knew this number. He hesitated for a moment, then answered the call.

"Feed?"

"Good evening, Mr. King Kong."

A deep, elegant, and somewhat magnetic male voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Who are you?" King Kong asked warily.

"Who I am isn't important; what's important is that I just watched a spectacular fireworks display." The other person seemed to be laughing. "The explosion at Taikoo Shipyard was magnificent. But watching your beloved creation turn into scrap metal must be a bitter pill to swallow, right?"

King Kong's pupils constricted sharply: "You're spying on me?!"

"No, I'm just focusing on an underrated genius."

The person on the other end of the phone was the distillery's intelligence chief, Fourth Brother (Rum).

He said calmly, "Your house was bombed, your inventions were destroyed, and you even have to live like a rat in the street, constantly on the run. Don't you feel... angry?"

King Kong gritted his teeth, crushing the cigarette in his hand to powder.

"What exactly are you trying to say?"

"I want to ask you a question," Fourth Brother's voice held a devilish allure, "Mr. King Kong, do you want... revenge? Revenge against that powerful Corleone family, against those Italians who trampled your dignity underfoot?"

King Kong remained silent.

The sea breeze tousled his hair, but the flame in his eyes burned ever brighter.

"How do you plan to take revenge?" King Kong asked coldly.

"Come find me!" Fourth Brother gave an address. "Our boss admires you. He can not only give you a chance for revenge, but also... the best stage and resources, as long as you dare to come."

The phone hangs up.

King Kong held the phone, listening to the busy tone, and remained motionless for a long time.

Not far away, the bald man was calling out to him, "Hey! King Kong! Time to wrap up! Let's go grab some late-night snacks!"

King Kong turned around, glanced at his seemingly quirky but actually loyal partner, and then looked at the bustling night view of Hong Kong Island in the distance.

"Forget it, the bald guy has already helped me enough. I can't drag him down with me this time..."

King Kong suddenly laughed.

It was a laugh tinged with ambition and danger.

"Bald guy, you go by yourself."

King Kong stood up and flicked the rotten cigarette butt into the sea.

"I'm going to see a friend!"